Wicked Ways Poem by G J Salgado

He was a tall dark stranger,
Giving me a wink with his smile,
Worn in a smirk that was crooked,
His eyes were filled with danger,
Made the time worth while,
I loved the way he looked.

His bare skin was shirtless,
Words flowed from his lips,
Everything about him was effortless.

He was calm and cool,
Not taken for a fool.

Handsome and smart from his black hair down to his black boots,
He was interesting, mysterious, and ordained by a lightning bolt tattoo.

When he licked his lips it was him that I wanted to taste,
Before I knew it he had put a spell on me with his wicked ways.